Karla's P.O.V
The following days turned out as I feared, as more women stepped out, wanting to stand up not just for themselves, but their daughters' mates became restless. They grew frustrated at the fact that they could no longer control the desires of their mates. Some wished to fight alongside me, while others longed to study and accomplish something in life.
Most of the male pollution grew hostile towards myself and Jamie. Some of them refused to let their mates even leave the house, and just about a handful stood proud that their mates were now able to do what their hearts had so long desired. Jamie and I never spoke about the B word again. With each passing day he grew quiet.
It felt as though he was happy, but something was holding him back, too cowardly or chicken shitted I did
